A Gentle Floating Dome

I wandered into the bathroom where the quiet tap had left a small puddle on the smooth ceramic basin. Standing on tiptoe beside the soap dish, I dipped the tip of my paw into a slick drop of hand soap and gently blew a soft breath against it. A clear, wobbling bubble formed right on the wet porcelain, catching the warm yellow ceiling light like a tiny floating globe. I paused, watching it shimmer and drift ever so slightly, breathing as softly as I could so it wouldn't pop.